Lisa Poems - Poems about Lisa

Labubu grins, a curious work of art, Kasing Lung’s dream, brought forth from the heart. Pop Mart displays, collecting carts start, Lisa’s embrace gives trends a new chart. People of faith, consider your part, Not every craze should capture your heart. Fame’s shining lure can pull us apart, Discernment and wisdom must always take part. Enjoy what...

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Joe lisa said, she wanted to forgive and forget her pain. I couldn't let her live, she had to pay the price for trying. She was living on the edge, she never knew the floor was caving in. You get what you give, when every road is a past mistake. They will never let you live, when...

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enigmatically enlightened embodied essence of o__live imperceptible darkly moon-fragrant purity a__live still knowingness of rippled ...

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For centuries, she would be beguile the whole world with her famous smile, but I couldn't make her grin (or laugh) - well, only just a half. ...

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Someone stole my face and hung it in a bright room— called it self-portrait....

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DEEP SADNESS REMEMERING LISA WALKING INTO THE ARCADE LOOKING FOR CIRO SHE WAS FURIOUS WAITING IN A TRUCK I ASKED DID SHE WANT TO LEAVE A MESSAGE JUST TELL HIM LISA CIRO CAME IN I GAVE HIM THE MESSAGE LISA CAME HE ASSUMED IT WAS HIS WIFE LISA RANTING AND RAVING HE RUSHES HOME AUGUE...

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And The Mona Lisa is tired - her canvas cracked from stares A billion eyes dissect but no-one repairs Her smile is a lie Just a facade created to survive They worship the fallacy but the woman's been lost. Forgotten in history her own identity to her remains a mystery She had a voice once, a name, a life- Now, she's only a...

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If there is an intriguing smile! Why unravel a mystery that can disfigure pure beauty?...

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Mona Lisa Love is black, so was she. I have regrets at not asking, but it was never gonna be. If we dared to love, we would have broken apart, The truest form of feeling good. Memories I hold. I paint their picture like a masterpiece. It’s starting to look old. People come and people go. It’s the stories they tell you...

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Lisa had never lived alone, she did not know what to expect. I am scared, she admitted, alert and self-circumspect. She left her fiancé’ and his baggage, of which there was a lot. Moved away to Wisconsin, arrived at two o’clock on the dot. Had taken a risk and landed in a wonderful place for her. Now has new friends...

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Her story she wished to repaint With each step, she refined a stroke Striving to create a perfect picture An abstract, where every feeling is captured. In her old portrait Black was dominant and vibrant Seeping into every corner of her canvas Even surpassing the edges. The paintings of her soul She sought to redo Crafting a masterpiece With an entirely...

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Do years pass quickly, not the beautiful memories stuck in the mind more than in the fond heart? When will I hug my Lisa and delight her with kisses? When can this dream be real, letting joys start? I haven't spread petals of roses on my cold bed, or bought a bottle champagne as I intended; there is no presence...

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BLACK MONA LISA Art renaissance, a masterpiece did appear, A captivating portrait, both bold and sincere. Splintering ebony grace, a figure so rare, The Black Mona Lisa, with brown eyes and flair. Her visage, a canvas of shadows silent night, A drapery of contrast, a mesmerizing sight. Her ebony skin, like a moonlit night's kiss, Radiates elegance, impossible to dismiss. Her brown eyes...

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She is another man's property...

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I was a child, peering down, down into my soul’s abyss, a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea. She was also a child, my loveless alter ego a glass jar not even half full. Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope. My alter ego, Lissa Marie. She was...

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